The thousands who fled Bangalore to Northeast have left behind not just deserted neighbourhoods, but a marred image of a cosmopolitan city
Even on Friday, Kishore Barua was sure he would never flee from Bangalore. He had gone to Majestic, the main railway station to send off a friend from his town in Assam, and asked him to assure his mother that he was safe. He had sent along a small gift, something that his friend could slip into his pocket, mainly to say he is fine here and things are normal.
But, on Saturday afternoon, he went to Cantonment Railway Station, bought himself a ticket to Chennai, waited in a crowded platform and squeezed himself into an unreserved compartment as soon as Brindavan Express arrived. From Chennai, he would go to Pondicherry, to be with his cousin for may be a couple of weeks. His cousin, who works in a hotel, is making a decent living, and has been calling him for several months now. He called him again that morning, and invited him.
But it was not the invitation that sealed his decision to leave. It was his memory of an incident that happened when he had just moved to Bangalore four years back. That kept playing in his mind ever since his friend left for Guwahati on Friday.
Kishore was then working as a security guard at an apartment. In that complex, there was a man whom he watched every day. He saw him go to office, dressed in formals, come back, slightly tired; he saw him to go out to shop in a nearby market, and on some days for a walk with his wife. He seemed to be calm all the time, incapable of hurting a fly. Until one day, there was a theft in the apartment, and a few men caught the thief – hardly out of his boyhood - and started thrashing him. And in that crowd Kishore saw this man too. He was hitting the boy the hardest. His face, Kishore said, was dark with anger.
Waiting for his train, Kishore recounted this story matter-of-factly, almost like a philosopher. He still thinks of Bangalore as a good place, with very good people. He will come back in a couple of weeks. But now, he said, he will go: “When people are angry, you don’t know what they will do.”
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